{Neil plays this with a capo on the 3rd fret
i.e. beginning with an A shape}
- (with some suspended 4ths thrown in)
Pale, pubescent beasts roam through the
streets and coffee-shops
Their pray gather in herds of stiff knee-length
skirts and white ankle-socks
But while they search for a mate my type hiber-
nate in bedrooms above
Composing their songs of love
{as verse 1}
Young, uniform minds in uniform
lines and uniform ties
Run round with trousers on fire and signs of
desire they cannot disguise
While I try to find words as light as the
birds that circle above
To put in my songs of love
Fate doesn t hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time
Let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love
{INSTRUMENTAL - based on verse}
{As above}
Fate doesn t hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So let s sing while we still can
While the sun hangs high up above